You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 6

"I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me. This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy. And you're not here To get me through it all. I let my guard down. And then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved." - Someone you loved Lewis Capaldi.

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*Alaska's POV*

I stared at the phone in my hands. Contemplating my options.

If I called the police, then these guys would finally be locked away for their crimes. All the money they stole, all the people they've killed. They would pay for it all. Harry too.

Harry...

The mere thought of never seeing him again sent a slight pain coursing through my chest. I don't even love him yet and I already feel hollow just thinking about losing him. I sighed heavily, the options weighing on me like a ton of bricks.

What if I just called my mom?

She would know I'm safe and know the reason I can't leave. Then I would be happy. I would be able to stop stressing about her. She's probably going through a lot right now. It would be the right thing to do.

I started typing in her number slowly, with shaky hands and soft breathing.

"Hay Alaska we're-" I jumped and spun around seeing Zayn standing by the door with a shocked look on his face. He looked at my face and then at the phone in my hands. "Fucking bitch." He spat sprinting towards me and yanking the phone out of my hand.

I yelped in pain as he gripped my upper arm and started dragging me out of the room. "Stop it!" I said, struggling against him. "Shut up!" He yelled, droplets of spit flying onto my face. I frowned and shut my mouth. Afraid of what he would do if I angered him further.

He dragged me along the hallway and down the stairs, not giving me a chance to catch up to him. So I just stumbled along, trying not to fall as his bone crushing grip on my arm started to throb. "You're hurting me." I complained, trying to pull free of his grip again.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs he lead me to the living room where all the guys were sitting, thin white lines of powder spread across them on the coffee table. I'm guessing it was an illegal substance.

Harry's blood shot eyes travelled up to Zayn's hand wrapped around my arm.

"What are you doing?" He asked Zayn. His voice was low and dangerous almost like a warning. Zayn squeezed my arm and I hissed in pain. "Take your fucking hands off me! You're hurting me." I stated, trying to pull free again, only hurting myself more.

At those words, Harry shot up from his seat and sped towards Zayn, using both his hands to shove Zayn away from me. Zayn let go of my arm and stumbled back, glaring at Harry. "What the fuck, mate?" Zayn asked shocked. I'm guessing that rarely happened.

"She said you were hurting her. Don't even let that happen again." Harry warned, his eyes black and body heaving from rage. I cowered back watching as my mate radiated fury. He looked scary. Ready to kill.

"Calm down would ya? I found her on your phone! She was going to call the cops!" Zayn accused, making the other boys shoot up from their seats too. Liam glared at me and my eyes widened. That's why he was so angry. He thought I was going to call the cops.

Harry turned to me and glared, his anger now directed towards me. "You did what?!" He bellowed loudly, making me flinch and take a step away from him. "I didn't!" I defended. "Then what were you doing?!" He yelled. "I was trying to call my mom, Harry!" I yelled back at him.